What is a slave without a Master? A slave without a Master is... still a slave. Born to be a slave. Has always been, and forever will be a slave. Pic: @pupfletcher.bsky.social, thanks for the permission to caption this!

Update: Got two cute shirts, three cute t-shirts, a JACKET, three denim pants, and a cow plushie. Love pacas.

We still have four hours to make sure this good boy stays locked for as long as possible. Go.

Today is a market day. First Im going to the pacas (secondhand clothes street markets) to hunt for a cute shirt and at least three denim pants to turn into my next backpack. Then, to an LGBTQ market that will be today and tomorrow, to buy some kink themed patches precisely for that backpack. Yep.

I like it when you call me Sir. But if you want to call me Master... you have to earn it.

My favorite kind of submission is when it's not a struggle. It's when it's a seduction. I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit. Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force... I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...

Let's dinner, boy. My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back. Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had. Happy anniversary, boy.

I was gonna work from home to receive my new boots. Woke up, and my internet is gone. I have to go to the office. This is not how my day was supposed to be. (And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)

20 hottest insta-gays (that also make paid content) Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson www.instagram.com/tboy61915 He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility. Do me a favor and go look him up.

The best lind of control is when you don't even know it's happening. When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening. When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires. When I just command, and you just obey.

Dear porn studios: If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations. I'm gonna want to see someone get USED. You better deliver.

The moment you cross my door, you lose your identity. In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used. And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave. All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.

Charlie King describing himself as a "dom top zaddy" feels absolutely correct and I want more of that in the future.

"I'm going to have to step out this call for a bit, guys," says the CEO, "Dan wants to fuck me." All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.

Hi, boy, nice to meet you. The pleasure is all mine. No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like. Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this. From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so. The pleasure is all mine.

"¿Permission to think, Sir?". No, boy. Not granted.

It's 9 a.m. and you're at your living room. The phone rings. You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room. It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.

BTW, this is not a kinky post but a PSA for people who, like me, struggle with cold feet in cold weather. Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet. Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)

What if I told you that you are so powerless and controllable that simply reading a post online is enough to make you hard? It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...

Every number makes you dumber. Four... Every number makes you dumber. Three... Every number makes you dumber. Two... Every number... One... ...makes you dumber. Zero.

Hypnosis. Dicknosis. Pupnosis. Gymnosis. Dumbnosis. There are so many things I can do with you, boy...

"Good boy." These two words are a trap. It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them. You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again. "Good boy." The bad news: you can't escape. The good news: you don't want to.

There are bad boys, good boys, amazing boys, and then Enzo. Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.

You put on the headphones and listen. You hear nothing. My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts. You hear nothing. Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying. You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop. Listen.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single sub in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a Master.

Happy birthday to this adorable boy!

You love it when I call you "boy". No, it's not a question. Not even an order. It's a statement of truth. My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality. You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this. And you love it when it happens.

Remember when you walked away, scared of how much you wanted this? That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave. You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it. Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.

Guy with absolutely no prior contact, no chats or groups in common and no profile pic: "Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here" Me: "Hi there, where have we met?" Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat. Me: 🤔

I like it when you call me "Sir".

It doesn't matter if I made you a slave, or if you always were and didn't know it until I told you. It doesn't matter at all. That's in the last. What matters is the present. Now and here, after finding my words, you are a slave. And you know it. What matters is now... and forever.

New boots should arrive in a week.

A slave deserves no clothes. It's a very simple rule, very clear, and very easy to follow. When you're outside, at work, with friends, you're a man and you can be dressed. But when you enter your house or mine, you become a slave, and the clothes are off right away. A slave deserves no clothes.

Good afternoon to this adorable pup, and to this adorable pup only.

If you liked this post, I'm gonna assume you would love to be part of my hypnoslave harem.

"Sir, I think..." Yeah, that's the problem. You shouldn't.

We all have words of power. Words that echo in our minds and transform us because we know, deep inside, that's what we are. "Sir". When you kneel for me and call me my word, I feel the same you do, when I look into your eyes and call you yours. "Boy" "Slave" "Drone" And then... we become that.

The brain is like a muscle. You can train it to think... or to avoid thinking. Every rep at the gym, when you focus on the form and on the next number, you're training your brain to be simpler. Every number gets you dumber. And it's because you're training for it. You're doing this to yourself.

I'm the kind of dom who wears heavy boots with thick soles, but then inside, there are soft wool socks because it's starting to get damn cold over here.

Roll the dice. Multiply times ten. That's how many IQ points you lose. Keep on going until you can't multiply anymore. Game over. I won.

You look dumb. (Complimentary)

You look like you would prefer it if I did all the thinking and you did all the obeying.

You look like you go to the gym so much because twelve is the highest you can count to with that little brain of yours. (Complimentary)

You look like all your brain got drained from your head, forgot how to be a brain, and went straight to your muscles. (Complimentary)

The line between reality and dream is so thin that simply the right word with the right voice can make you cross it, without even knowing that you did... 📷: @rubber_fenix

Whe you woke up this morning don't you feel you're forgetting something? If you don't, it's working. The orders to forget also make you forget that you forgot. That's all you need to know: yesterday you were controlled, and were ordered to forget, and to forget that you forgot. And you did.

If you aren't seeing skeets from some of your fave people, they might have been labeled "Rude" by bsky mods. Idk what they are thinking, I don't need a mommy to tell me who to be buddies with. Anyway, go into Settings > moderation > bluesky moderation (advanced) and turn Rude off.

In general I like the approach bluesky has to moderation, but one big issue they have is mislabelling. I have seen it for myself, I'm in a block list for furry porn when I haven't really dabbled into furry content.

Judging by reactions to my latest thread, a lot of you guys would love to be part of a harem of hypno-controlled slaves where yiur Master can call you up to serve him whenever he wants to. Makes me think I should start making a harem of my own...

Your mind is like a house. Behind every room, there is another room with a thousand corridors, and you can't find the way out. Your mind is a labyrinth, and you will find me right at the center. Your mind is a trap, and you're the one who let me in. And you're trapped here with me.